All signs point to “move the fuck on”, but I can’t. There’s still this shred of hope that exist within me, and I think that’s what’s making me hold on. I know that I’m stubborn and that I should probably let you go, but I just can’t… Not yet anyways.

I hate how I’m so addicted to you.

I think I’m falling for you, harder than ever

Sleeping next to someone is honestly the nicest thing. Like when you half wake up at 4am and squeeze them or they move in tighter to you.

Home has never been four walls filled with furniture for me. It’s a familiar place where I can lay my head at night. Home is in your arms tonight.

I want a Sunday afternoon kind of romance. Soft and simple, like a slow dance that lingers on, even when there’s no more music playing.

That was the thing… I can’t tell you how I feel because I want you to develop those feelings on your own. I don’t want you to want me just because you found out that I wanted you. I don’t want you to change how you are or what you feel just to accommodate to my emotions. It should be on your own terms; because you want to, not because I wanted you to or anything like that. Fall for me because I’m someone you want to be with.

“My heart is so strong, yet so fragile at the same time.”

Slow dance barefoot with me in the kitchen when my hair is undone from work, and my eyes are tired of the length of the day.

Have you ever wondered how and who we would be if we never met each other? Imagine if I never went out that night, I would’ve never met you. Or do you think that our fate to meet is so strong that we would’ve met some other way?

Lowkey wanna talk to you all the damn time, but gotta act distant, cold, and detached because I don’t wanna come off as annoying or clingy.

It makes me feel like an idiot because I know its childish and selfish of me to keep holding onto this

Just give me thirty minutes of silence to stare into your eyes every night, for the rest of our lives, and I will happy and content.